To the cafe owner, she said, you do one thing, and then two other things come up because of that, and then another one actually, and things just keep piling up, just like time, I may have said a few years ago, and then she turned to me and she checked, isn’t that right?
He looked somewhere near me and he said, don’t sink here like a giant stone obstructing the flow of things, and I turned into ice, and I floated downstream.
Recalling their readings at the table, they said to me in a rare harmony, there are four stages of grief, the first two are light, it is the third one that is deep, and important, it is then that all our cells get cleaned out and refreshed, and it is in the fourth stage where we dream.